|06-17-2012, 12:52 PM||#1 (permalink)|
I wrote this awhile back, when I first learned what was happening to me. I'm an optimist and a strong person. I have my words as therapy, a gift from God.
I am loosing my way, the ability to hear,
The silence or the noise, which do I fear?
Do I fear the sounds slowly fading away,
Or the silence drifting into shades of grey?
Life used to be what was black or white,
I belong neither to day, nor to the night.
The pain stealing from me all I once knew.
Eyes cannot see what my heart has been thru.
Words held me close, now shutting me out.
I struggle with questions and feelings of doubt.
I pray for understanding, the reason, my fear.
When my world is silent and I cannot hear.
To wander between the dusk and the dawn,
Touching the edge of a life hoped upon.